A person starts to live when he can live outside himself

When The Hero’s Blood Is Forgotten

After the hero was murdered.
They saw an opportunity to be in the front.
Their voices loader than the crowed gathered.
They chose their words care fully.
Master manipulators, played with our emotions.
They said Biko would have liked it like this.

He screamed, this is what Chris Hani fought for.
They told us Hector Peterson’s blood natured our freedom.
Sad the honour, wealth and fame, is never to our hero’s.
Not to mention their next of kin.
Standing on higher ground, they pull their constant friends.
As people we wonder, is this what our heroes died for?
The families ask, was the loss in vain.

When the hero’s blood has been forgotten.
Those in front, took advantage and claimed we are together.
Unapologetic, when it feels right.
We are reminded, we allowed them to lead us.
When the hero’s blood is forgotten.
They will fight each other on our behalf.
Excuse our innocence, we thought we are in this together.

When the hero’s blood has been forgotten.
A third force is involved when people take to the street.
Amongst us a spy exist and should be exposed.
Other leaders before them lacked direction and made government programmes their own.
Still the people on the ground suffer.
More people are unemployed, while our leaders own businesses.

When the hero’s blood is forgotten.
You will see them in Armani suites, while the people wear “made in China” t-shirt bearing our colours and their faces.
They are seen at all the social butterflies get together.
They will complain about the gathering because they were not invite.

When the hero’s blood is forgotten.
We accept the vulgar man do curse, rave and utter blasphemies.